Coyote part one

In 2010 Forrest Fenn hid a treasure of gold, gems and jewelry reputed to be worth millions in the Rocky Mountains. He left a poem with nine clues to its whereabouts. Whoever finds the treasure can keep it.

You can ask me why I was looking for Forrest’s treasure in  Coyote,    New Mexico, but I won’t tell you.

I will say that I was there. Midsummer. Hot. Dry. Dusty.

The arid landscape smelled a little like sage and a lot like sand. The heat was oppressive. The sun was relentless. The vista was endless. 

Red sand hills with scattered outcroppings of collapsing gray and pink rock. Sage everywhere. The twisting road had deteriorated into a two rut jeep trail and was working its way toward becoming a single rut up ahead. The van’s engine was running strong but she was moving slow, albeit a little faster than I wanted to go on this beat-up, washed out trail. If I stopped I’d be stuck. Keep moving forward was the only plan I had.

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